²⁰ My soul continually thinks of it
    and is bowed down within me.^(A)

⁵ Why are you cast down, O my soul,
    and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God, for I shall again praise him,
my help^{(A) 6}     and my God.

⁶ When I think of it I am dismayed,
    and shuddering seizes my flesh.

⁸     the Lord opens the eyes of the blind.
The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down;
    the Lord loves the righteous.^(A)

²⁵ For we sink down to the dust;
    our bodies cling to the ground.^(A)